Hello, all. It’s Thursday again, despite our best efforts, and time for another blog post—the first of a new month.
I have now, officially, released my song, “Schrodinger’s Head” in mixed and recorded form—or whatever the proper terminology is—onto Iterations of Zero, as well as onto YouTube, and that’s good. It’s been an interesting experience, but it took up a lot of my time for the last few weeks, compulsively, so I’ve done no new audio blogs or written postings on IoZ, nor have I done much in the way of editing on either Unanimity or on Free-range Meat. Now that the music has…well, if not died, then has at least been released into the wild, I can get back to more usual things, and anyone who has been waiting for my stories eventually to come out can breathe a sigh of relief. I doubt there is such a person, but just in case…
Work on my novella—for which I still don’t have a final title—has continued all along. I wasn’t going to let anything take me away from that, since my new writing has to be always my primary commitment. The story’s going well so far, all things considered. I like the characters, which is a plus, but this usually means—given the way my stories tend to go—that they’re in for some hard times. Oh, well.
I’m still struggling with the conundrum of whether to keep doing audio blogs for Iterations of Zero, or to try to switch back to doing written blogs (with the difficulties that presents) or just saying “to Hell with it” and not waste any more time on either one unless and until the mood strikes me. This latter notion, though, tends to be a pipe dream. For a writer, in my experience at least, waiting until the mood strikes is comparable to waiting for an asteroid impact. It will happen eventually…but you’ll probably be waiting longer than any human lifetime.
Well, that’s about all I have to say about that this week. I could harp on about some random, walk-in topic and try to be funny, but even I find that sort of thing unbearably stupid a lot of the time, so I can’t imagine how it must seem to all of you. I wish you, and all manner of other sentient beings, well.